Chapter 9: Chapter 7Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextFleur had practically ransacked her closet in preparation for her date with Harry, trying on every outfit she had until she finally settled on what to wear. Tall brown boots led to a gray skirt and loose brown top, underneath a tan trench coat that was enchanted to protect her from the cold.
It was definitely the least sexually provocative outfit she had ever worn to a social event, especially when it came to seducing the opposite sex. The only part of it that was likely to draw Harry's eye was the way her coat's belt emphasized the disparity between her slim waist and wide hips.
As much as that fact annoyed her, Fleur knew there were only so many attractive outfits to wear in winter. Although she liked to display her sexuality, Fleur already knew that Harry had a good idea of what her body had to offer. He had already slept in her bed, envisioned what her curves were like under that thin nightgown, and now all that was left to do was reel him in. 'Soon, you will be mine, Harry Potter.'
She ran a comb through her hair, something she rarely ever had to do, and always done out of necessity more than anything. Veela could have bad hair days as well, but a few passes with a brush could easily fix the problem. This time, however, Fleur was making sure her hair was perfect, working harder on her appearence than ever before.
'Why am I trying so hard?' Fleur mentally berated herself, but she didn't stop there. Instead her hand reached for red lipstick, something more suited for American cheerleaders to wear than a French Veela. A dusting of makeup came afterwards, a measure even more unnecessary, before Fleur finished her appearence with small white pearl earrings.
Taking in her appearance in the mirror brought even herself back. Gone was the French temptress from her schooldays, and in its place was the proper French woman who used her sexuality as a weapon. All that was left to do was have a perfect date and finally have Harry trapped in her clutches.
But there was still doubt lingering in her mind. He already rebuffed her before, and even convincing him to go on a date was difficult. She had to get creative in regards to the wager in the First Task, and won by a hairs breath. That was not even mentioning her most powerful tool, her Veela allure, and how resistant he was to her charm.
'Why am I even doing this?' Fleur couldn't help but wonder, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She knew that she had done away with the old version of herself, and gone was the old Fleur who treated boys like matchsticks. Her classmates hated her for good reason because of it, and Fleur would admit she had been unusually cruel in how she used her Veela allure over the years.
But it would make no sense for her to recognize that growth in maturity, only to go on and seduce Harry for no other reason than his strange resistance to her allure. Part of her seemed to be acting out of petty anger in light of his strange mental fortitude, while another part of her whispered otherwise. It truly made Fleur wonder if she was acting like how Rita Skeeter described her in those articles, a manipulative Veela who was taking advantage of a younger competitor.
'No.' She slammed her hand down on her vanity, as her fingers turning into claws. Her avian side was acting up, as Fleur raged at the sheer idea of being so cruel to Harry Potter. 'I would never do that to Harry!'
She soon calmed herself and stood, using a dissolusionment charm to make herself invisible before leaving the carriage. It turned out the Beauxbatons carriage was directly in the path from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, meaning its surrounding area was filled with students headed to the village.
She sneaked through the groups of students and found Harry waiting for her by the carriages that traveled to the village. She cancelled her dissolusionment charm before approaching him. "Bonjour, Harry."
He spun to face her, his eyes going wide as he took in her appearance for a moment. Even if Fleur knew she was beautiful, it was still good to get such a reaction. Especially when it was from someone she wanted to impress.
"H-Hi." He eventually got out. "Y-You look beautiful."
"I am aware." She sniffed haughtily, but still couldn't help but genuinely smile. "But I appreciate your words nonetheless."
She could see the crowds were starting to take notice of them, as girls gossiped and boys fell to her allure. It occurred to her that they had never given anyone confirmation about their relationship, and a date to Hogsmeade would probably validate whatever rumors existed. "How about we get a carriage to ze village, non?"
Harry nodded, seemingly snapping out of his trance and leading her to a carriage before holding the door open for her. Fleur nodded in approval, gracefully stepping into the carriage. He followed, and was about to close the door when another girl entered. She was younger witch with curly blonde hair, and a boy Harry's age followed behind her.
It wasn't until the two were seated inside the carriage that they seemed to take notice of herself and Harry. The girl looked perfectly at ease, while the boy looked extremely flustered at her presence.
"Oh—er—hi, Harry." The boy said, voice a little higher than usual. His eyes flickered toward Fleur, then stayed there, his expression somewhere between awed and deeply nervous. All it did was annoy Fleur, as she crossed her arms.
"Hello, Harry." The strange girl said lightly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. She turned her wide silver eyes to Fleur. "And you must be Fleur Delacour."
"Oui. And you are?"
"Luna Lovegood." Luna tilted her head. "You're part Veela, aren't you?"
Her eyes narrowed. "You are very observant."
The girl smiled. "People say that, yes."
The boy, who was probably her date, looked like he was having trouble breathing properly. He cleared his throat, attempting to look anywhere but at Fleur, but his gaze kept flickering back like he was caught in some kind of gravitational pull. She would admit that he was doing better than most when it came to resisting her allure.
Harry looked at him. "You alright there, Neville?"
"I—I'm fine." The boy-Neville-said quickly. He forced himself to look at Harry, but his face was already turning red. "Er—so… you two going to Hogsmeade together?"
She leaned back slightly, crossing one leg over the other. Neville looked at her before desperately looking away, while Harry glanced at her thighs. "Oui."
Neville swallowed hard, while Luna nodded, still unconcerned. "Neville and I are on a date too."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You are?"
Neville coughed. "Er—yeah. Just, you know, thought it'd be nice."
"It was my idea," Luna said, as if Neville's embarrassment was irrelevant. "Neville needs to take breaks from worrying about his plants. Too much time in the greenhouses can give him wrackspurts. Did I mention he is a very good person?"
Fleur blinked in confusion, as Harry also looked at the girl oddly. She wondered for a moment if her English was failing her, only to realize that the girl was just strange. A glance at Neville showed there was nothing unusual about Luna's words, meaning he was willingly dating a crazy girl.
"You must be brave." She said, but it was more a joke than a compliment. Only men who were truly desperate would ask out a girl like Luna, unless they truly saw something in her. At least, that was what Fleur believed.
Neville blinked, as if he had never heard such a thing before. "Me? Brave?"
Fleur smirked. "To take out a girl who is so… unique."
"Oh, thank you." Luna said pleasantly, seemingly not offended while Harry snickered.
The carriage soon came to a stop, and Fleur took Harry's arm as they exited the carriage and began making their way through the village. The buildings in Hogsmeade were old and had a lot of character, looking even more beautiful while covered in snow. Harry guided her down the ancient stone roads that snaked through the village, and she imagined what it would be like to live in such a place.
Fleur could definitely see the charm that came with such a niche village, and how the residents could make a living by selling goods to visiting students from the castle. Harry certainly seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, and Fleur had a sudden desire to travel the world with him.
"I can see ze beauty in this village, but one day we will have to visit Paris together. My only request is that you be patient while I shop." She was beginning to understand her mother's love for shopping as she grew older, and could only hope that Harry would be patient with her.
"I wouldn't mind doing that. My Aunt Petunia has always talked about visiting Paris." Harry commented idly.
'His parents were murdered, so he must live with his aunt.' Fleur hadn't necessarily forgotten that fact, just not focused on it as much as she could have. To her, learning Harry's actual character was more important than the reason for his fame. "I had forgotten about your parents. Even in France, ze tale of what happened to your family is known. You mentioned that you live with your aunt then?"
They had talked briefly about Harry's family, but not enough for Fleur to actually learn anything substantial about them. Yet, of all the reactions she expected Harry to have, it was not for him to flinch and seemingly curl in on himself. It made her frown and narrow her eyes in suspicion, wondering how the mention of one's family could elicit such a response.
"Err… yeah, my Mother's sister and her family. They're, um- muggles…"
"Ah, I had forgotten that they were non magique." Fleur remembered that strange detail about Harry's family. "I guess that I did mention already that I am unfamiliar with muggles."
"Why?"
"Veela rarely leave their covens, and it is even less common for them to marry wizards like my mother did." She explained. "For us to go further and actually interact with the muggle world is almost unheard of."
Everyone knew that the magical world was hidden from muggles, but what was less known was how the more intrinsic creatures and artifacts of it were hidden even deeper. Dragons, Manticores, and other magical beings were always hidden deep behind protections and wards that ensured muggles would never discover them. Veelas were much the same, and as far as she was aware, Veela in covens could not even gain access to the muggle world without going through numerous hurtles.
Fleur had to wonder if this issue would break their relationship, or at least lead to the end of it. She had been worried this entire time about another girl coming in and snatching Harry's affection, when something like this could get in her way. There was the chance he would refuse to be around her because of his muggle side, and Fleur had no idea how to handle such an issue.
"That's incredible." Harry said suddenly, genuinely intrigued by her revelation.
"You're not upset?" She couldn't help but ask in shock.
"The magical world is great… why would I be upset about you not interacting with the muggle world?"
Fleur paused as she wondered just why he was so willing to dismiss his muggle side. She had heard the rumors that the non magique people were barbarians and evil, but never entirely believed it. And yet Harry was willing to dismiss his muggle side so easily, as if eager to cut it off.
His reaction from earlier came to mind, when she had brought up the topic of his family, and Fleur felt disheartened as she came to a possible conclusion. "Do you not like your non mag- muggle family?"
He looked down. "We don't exactly get along."
Fleur moved closer to his side, wanting to comfort him. "You don't have to-"
"It's okay, I don't mind telling you about them. First, there's my muggle cousin Dudley. He's really fat, and kind of an arse, and the same could be said my uncle Vernon. Honestly, it's a miracle they can both fit through a door because they're both so overweight." Harry grimaced. "And there's also my aunt Petunia, who's face resembles that of a horse and her voice sounds shrill when she talks."
The very idea of muggles was already so foreign to her, and Harry did nothing to make them sound like the primitives she imagined. Strangely, the more he talked, the more Fleur wanted to meet Harry's family. Whether that was to rage at them, or just meet them in the first place, she did not know.
They were still making their way through the village as they talked, and Harry soon led her to a pub that seemed to be popular with the other students. They entered and found it was crowded and packed with the weekend crowd, and Fleur sniffed in distaste. She might have high standards, but Fleur was willing to put that aside if that meant pleasing Harry.
Just then, the door opened behind them and a familiar redhead boy entered with a group of his ilk. It was the same redhead that she knew Harry was feuding with, and she felt her eyes narrow in irritation. 'Looks like this place won't work after all.'
She moved down to speak in Harry's ear, as her date glared back at the redhead. "How about we go find somewhere more… private."
He stiffened and looked at her with wide eyes, and she immediately understood the lewd way he perceived her words. A glance downwards revealed a bulge in his trousers, and she clarified her words before he could get more worked up. "Not like that, mon amour, but I like ze way you think."
Harry blushed in a way that made her smirk, and she looked at the redhead and his group of lackeys before giving them a cocky wink. It suggested that herself and Harry were about to do something naughty, and Fleur enjoyed stoking their envy.
True to form, the group of Harry's old friends reddened in envy and embarrassment. But she didn't pay them anymore attention, swishing her hair back as herself and Harry left the pub and made their way through the English village once again.
But it was once they began walking that she thought of Harry's earlier reaction. She had not meant to tease him, and was genuinely surprised he took her words to mean something perverse.
It marked a turning point in their interactions that he was beginning to think of her sexually. Before, he had resisted all of her charms and advances, and yet now he was taking her simple words to mean something else.
Her inner Veela, the hunter, was practically screaming at her to take advantage of such an opportunity. Fleur knew her sexual side was her greatest strength, and the sooner Harry could experience it, the better.
Almost without thinking, she found herself grasping Harry's arm as she guided him down a nearby alley. It was like a switch had been flipped, her allure thrumming powerfully as saliva pooled in her mouth and her core began to heat up in anticipation.
"Fleur? W-What are you-"
She tried a nearby door off the alleyway, and found it unlocked, before practically dragging Harry inside. It was a storage room, and Fleur spelled the room locked and secure before pouncing on him. Her body was against his own as she pressed him against the wall, one hand resting against his chest while she felt his breath against her lips.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she spoke first. "Tell me you want me."
His pupils were blown wide in lust, and his breathing was heavy. "I-I do."
She felt something big and hard press against her thigh, and Fleur reached down to palm it. Harry groaned as she grasped his cock through his trousers, and she was tempted to pull it out then and there.
'He's been through so much. He needs this.' She told herself, trying to justify what she was about to do.
But Fleur's motivations weren't entirely altruistic. As much as she wanted Harry to feel good, she too wanted the satisfaction that came from it. Veela were sexual creatures after all, and the simple thought of sucking his cock was making her wet in anticipation.
As she stood there in contemplation, she could feel his manhood growing. Clearly, Harry was also excited by their situation, and that was what made Fleur come to a decision.
She knelt down in front of him, maintaining eye contact as he stared at her. She could see the disbelief in his gaze, knowing that he was living out the dream of every other boy in the castle.
Her hands went to his trousers, shaking because of excitement rather than nervousness like most girls. She pulled his underclothes down, and watched as his cock revealed itself.
SMACK
"Ah, you have been holding back on me, 'Arry." She purred with delight, her accent becoming a bit thicker in excitement. "If only I had known you were carrying zis…"
His cock was hard and huge, massive in comparison to most men. Fleur hadn't dreamed he would be this hung, his cock comparable to her forearm in length and thicker than her bicep. It made her that much more excited, and Fleur's only regret was that she waited this long before pouncing on him.
His penis jerked at her reaction, his thick veins running up the sides of it and pumping it full of blood and magic. It was a monument to how aroused he was in her presence, and Fleur's core was steaming hot with arousal.
She moved forward, one hand grasping the base of his mighty shaft, and then another on top of that. He jerked at the touch, and she couldn't help but stare at how little both of her hands covered.
Most men would last little more than a mere moment at the touch of a Veela. Fleur half expected Harry to erupt once her tongue touched the tip of his cock, but he admirably held back.
She moved her head forward, giving his juicy shaft a nice long lick from the base. Her saliva lubricated it beautifully, demonstrating another one of her Veela powers, as she lapped up all of the precum he had produced. Harry groaned as his cock twitched, staring down at the scene as if in a trance.
Fleur then wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking it gently before letting it go free with a pop. She looked up at Harry with a smirk, a lewd idea popping into her head. "Think of those muggle relatives of yours, Harry. What would they say if they could see you now, non?"
He groaned at her lewd words, and she grinned before diving back in and sucking more of his cock. It twitched in her mouth, and she slurped and sucked it while her tongue massaged his length. She went just long enough that he came close to erupting, before pulling away.
She was playing a game with him, doing her best to tease and work him up to get the reaction she wanted. Fleur put on a show of sniffing arrogantly before throwing her hair back, as if sucking his huge cock didn't bother her in the least. "Tell me, are any of ze muggle girls as hot as me?"
To increase his arousal further, she reached out and grabbed his hand before placing it on her head. The appeal to his dominant side was clear, as Fleur wanted him to let loose and fuck her mouth like a filthy whore. It would be as much her victory as it was his own, as she would finally unlock that dominant side she wanted to see so badly.
Every boy dreamed of fucking an arrogant bitch like her, of pounding her raw till she screamed and moaned on their cock. But Fleur was a Veela, and no boy would last with her in bed, something that all of them knew. It was a cruel way to crush their hopes, and Fleur had done so many times to the boys back in Beauxbatons. And yet now she had the opportunity to make that dream a reality for Harry.
'Take me. Use me.' She thought as his fingers dug into her blonde hair. He wasn't forcefully fucking her skull, but instead going along with her own rhythm and guiding her as she moved up and down his cock. While it wasn't exactly what she wanted, Fleur be satisfied with what she could get. 'He'll get more dominant over time. Little steps.'
Fleur knew it was only a matter of time till Harry was dragging her into broom closets and pulling her hair as he fucked her on her knees. And the truth was that Fleur couldn't wait for those moments. Veela craved such sex, and especially the games that the two of them would play in the future.
As his release came closer, and the pleasure grew, Harry's fingers dug deeper into her scalp before he finally let loose. His shaft thickened before erupting in her mouth, and Fleur mentally grinned as she began to swallow his load. 'You're mine now, mon amour.'
Chapter 10: Chapter 8Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextFleur beside him at the Gryffindor table, drawing odd looks from onlookers as the Beauxbatons champion sat beside their own Champion. Harry always disliked the attention he got, especially now that he was Champion. But for her part, Fleur seemed to not even notice the stares sent their way. It was an ability that Harry somewhat envied, as he almost always shrunk under his classmates' scrutiny.
The French Veela carelessly buttered a roll as a wave of whispers spread throughout the hall, some of which he managed to overhear. Most of the students seemed to have forgotten the tournament entirely, instead talking about his and Fleur's date as if it was a publicly known event.
Ever since he had arrived at Hogwarts, Harry had never failed at being the center of attention. The worst part of it was that he genuinely didn't want the attention, and would be perfectly happy if his classmates forgot about him completely. He had spent his life before Hogwarts living in a cupboard of all things, unused to the scrutiny that came with being a public figure.
In his first year, it had been his arrival to the wizarding world that initially put the spotlight on him. As he got more used to his fame, and people started to get bored of watching him, the fight with the troll in the girl's bathroom happened, and after that was Quirrell's death at the end of the year. Those events ensured his classmates wouldn't forget him, and as Second Year rolled around, it only got worse.
The whole Chamber fiasco, along with the very public revelation that he could speak parseltongue, ensured his name was branded into the minds of his classmates from that point onwards. Last year had everyone whispering about Sirius Black behind Harry's back, and that was without mentioning the dementors and their strange interest with him.
Finally, he had arrived in his fourth year of Hogwarts, hoping that it would be a quiet school year he could cruise through. The announcement of the tournament hadn't raised any alarms initially, and if anything he was looking forward to watching it, but then the Goblet selected his name.
What followed were some of the worst couple weeks in his entire life. His friends abandoned him, and outright attacked him in some cases, with the rest of the student population treating him worse than dirt.
And then came the first task of the tournament, and suddenly people began treating him completely different after his unprecedented performance. No longer was he the attention-seeking brat that cheated his way into the tournament, as he was instead the Great Champion of Hogwarts.
Newspapers printed headlines praising his performance, as his fellow classmates congratulated him in the halls, all forgetting the fact he had practically been enemy No.1 only days earlier. All it did was make him think less of them all, and Harry genuinely wondered what their attitude would be if his performance was subpar in the first task.
All of it made him want to have a secluded lifestyle more than anything, and to one day settle down in the countryside and get away from it all. 'Maybe Fleur can join me, that way she won't have to deal with the stares either.'
But the two of them had to endure stares for now, as the staff had informed them that attending breakfast would be mandatory. It seemed that Dumbledore had an announcement to make, and Harry could only hope it wasn't anything related to the tournament.
At last, the aging Headmaster stood, looking more excitable than normal. The hall quieted, as Dumbledore made his way over to the center of the podium. "Now that our Champions have completed their first task in the tournament, it is my pleasure to announce that another event will be taking place."
Whispers of excitement rang out throughout the room, and Harry felt his stomach drop. Fleur grabbed his hand, also seeming worried, as he began to wonder what Dumbledore was talking about. 'The second task isn't supposed to happen for another couple months, I'm not ready for something like this! '
"As is tradition with the Triwizard Tournament, an event will task place between the first and second tasks, one that will be available for every student to participate in." Dumbledore continued, clearly building up the audience's anticipation. "This event will be known as the Yule Ball, and will take place on the night of the twenty-fifth of December."
Every girl in the Great Hall seemed to collectively let out a squeal of excitement, while the boys in the room seemed to instead groan. He felt himself calm down, realizing that this part of the tournament wouldn't be nearly as bad as he feared.
Strangely, girls all across the hall seemed to be glancing his direction, and Harry stared back at a group of third-years who, in turn, blushed and giggled at him. Sadly, the same could be said for Fleur in a way, as the attention she was getting from boys increased tenfold.
She leaned over close to him then, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "If you agree to go to ze ball with one of these others girls, I will personally chop off your manhood and feed it to you, mon amour."
'Possessive much? ' He couldn't help but think. "I take it you want to go to the ball with me?"
"Oui." She answered simply. "It is only proper that we do so, and I already have my dress picked out."
Harry's heart thumped at the thought of seeing Fleur in a dress, and especially taking her to the ball. Whether it was because of anticipation or something else, he didn't know. "I can't wait to see it."
"It is not my dress you should be excited to see, mon amour." Fleur whispered huskily. "It will be ze part after ze ball you should be excited about, especially when you take my dress off."
His eyes widened in shock as his shaft began to swell without his consent, her sudden suggestive words taking him unaware. Unintentionally, he began to imagine what it would be like after the ball, with the two of them back at Fleur's room in her carriage. He pictured himself unzipping her dress, finally revealing her naked form underneath, before she too began to divest his own robes.
It was a situation he often fantasized about these days, especially after the erotic turn their first date took. Harry had spent many nights at this point reminiscing about his date with Fleur, doing his absolute best to recall the feel of her mouth around his shaft. He would rely on his hand to give him pleasure, a poor substitute for Fleur's mouth, remembering the moment over and over of her sucking his cock.
But the Great Hall of Hogwarts was hardly a place to think about such things, and Harry didn't want to get caught sporting an erection at a time like this. It was humiliating that his French Veela girlfriend could get him wound up with only a few teasing words, and he could only hope to get a grip on his reactions soon enough.
As if to recognize his plight, Hedwig swooped in landed right in front of them. His owl was carrying a letter, and Harry took it with a frown. "Who gave you this, girl?"
Hedwig hooted, almost seeming annoyed, and Harry gave her a piece of bacon to appease the snowy owl.
He opened the letter and began to read it, seeing it wasn't written with a quill like he was used to. Harry read the letter fully, then read it against just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and finally a third time.
"You seem particularly interested in that letter." Fleur asked from his side.
"It's from my cousin."
The Dursleys didn't especially like him all that much, and Harry always enjoyed escaping from them by attending Hogwarts. In a sick way, Hogwarts was more than just a school to him, but rather a way for him to get away from the Dursleys. As such, he never returned home to Privet Drive for the holidays like everyone else did, and instead spent Yule break staying at the school.
It was weird then, for his cousin Dudley to send him a letter inviting him home for the holidays. Harry didn't know what got into his cousin, and why he seemed so eager to get back in Harry's good graces, nor did he know how Dudley managed to get a letter to Hedwig in the first place.
Fleur reached for the letter, and he gave her a nod for permission to read it. She took it and read it quietly, a silent frown on her features.
"This is from your fat non-magique cousin?" She asked finally, holding the letter with an inquisitive frown. "I thought that you were not speaking with him?"
"Me too." Harry shrugged. "I usually don't return home for the holidays, but for some reason he wants to see me."
Fleur looked just as confused as him, before a look of realization crossed her face and suddenly she seemed quite amused.
"What is it?"
"There are few things that can cause such a change in men." She said. "Ze first of which… is a woman."
"A woman?" Harry coughed in surprise. "Y-You think Dudley found a girlfriend, and now he wants to fix things with me?"
"Oui." Fleur nodded with an amused smirk. "Rarely do men change their ways so quickly, and a woman would be ze simplest answer for such things."
Harry ran a hand through his hair in confusion, not understanding Fleur's logic at all. In his mind, the only explanation he could come up with was that Dudley wanted to pull some sort of elaborate prank on him. His cousin had spent a decent chunk of his life trying to make Harry's life miserable, and him concocting a scheme to invite Harry home for the holidays, only to try something devious, seemed entirely plausible.
"You don't have to do anything for now." She comforted him, as if sensing his turbulent thoughts. "I've been meaning to ask, but you haven't found anything related to ze egg from ze first task, have you?"
"No." He grimaced, remembering what happened when he tried to open it. "Mine just screams every time I open it."
"Oui, mine does that as well." Fleur sniffed in distaste. "Perhaps we can work on it today, non?"
"Sounds good to me." Harry replied, as any time spent with Fleur was good in his book.
They stood up to leave the Great Hall, but that was when a certain redhead caught his attention. Ron Weasley approached them-or more specifically, Fleur-with a dazed expression on his face. 'oh no.'
He had lived in Harry Potter's shadow for years.
The tournament had been a way to get out of it, for him to finally build his own fame. It had been as Dumbledore said, eternal glory, and from that moment Ron Weasley was hooked on the idea of the Triwizard Tournament.
From there, everything seemed to fall into place. The other schools, Beauxbatons and Drumstrang, along with his quidditch idol, Krum, showing up. Ron knew that the tournament was exactly what he needed, a way to get all of the attention, along with a thousand galleons to his name.
But then his name didn't come out of the Goblet, and rather, Harry's name came out instead.
Ron had been furious then, more angry and bitter than he'd ever been before. He threw Harry out of his life in that moment, ending their years-long friendship, and officially leaving the shadow that followed the Boy-Who-Lived.
But ever since he left Harry, Ron's life only seemed to get worse. The recognition, the attention, and the respect he got from being Harry Potter's best friend was gone. He was now just a nobody, reduced to being the youngest male Weasley, without anything special to his name. And it only made Ron Weasley hate Harry Potter that much more.
And then came her. The beautiful French Veela who was the Beauxbatons champion, and the girl he beat his meat to every night. He had hoped to charm her once he was selected as Champion, knowing that being fellow competitors would force them together. But instead she had become Harry Potter's whore, and ignored all the attempts he made to reach out.
Just the sight of her made his manhood twitch and swell with lust. The perfect curvature of her body, from the outline of her large breasts, narrowing down to her slim hips, and then the juicy heart-shaped ass he couldn't look away from. And then there was her face, sculpted from the palette of French aristocracy that seemed to always have a bitchy look to it. And when Ron wasn't lucky enough to stare at any of those parts of Fleur Delacour's body, it was her platinum blonde hair and long legs that could easily be viewed from a distance he stared at.
It was as he approached her in the Great Hall that she noticed him, her eyes narrowing as her chin stuck out. 'Don't lose heart, Ronald.'
He got close enough to speak to her, and opened his mouth to give the pre-prepared speech he had come up with in order to ask her to the ball. His heart thundered in his ears, and he could sense not just Fleur Delacour's eyes on him, but those of the entire hall. His first word was just leaving his lips when she cut him off.
"Do you need something, leetle boy?"
'Little boy.' The words were like a hammer blow to his self esteem, and Ron nearly staggered. The dismissal was obvious, along with the belittling, and his face colored even more as someone began to laugh in the background.
One of those enjoying his sad predicament in the audience was Harry, a grin on his face as he held Fleur's arm comfortably. 'Does Fleur call Harry a little boy?'
That thought especially burned, and unbidden imaged flooded his mind of Harry and Fleur in intimate positions. For a moment, he pictured Harry taking Fleur like a conqueror, railing the French blonde from behind with an utterly massive cock as he used her body to his heart's content. It was a dream he had often, but Ron knew he didn't exactly have the equipment to do something like that, and yet he wondered if Harry was doing exactly that to her every night.
Ron burned in shame, feeling as if he was being dragged down into a endless pit, and he had yet to even ask Fleur Delacour to the ball. "D-Do y-you want to g-go to the ball with m-me?"
In his pre-prepared speech, he planned to compliment her beauty first before phrasing the question more like a humble request. Instead, the question spilled out in a humiliating fashion that got even more laughs from around the Great Hall.
For her part, Fleur seemed to almost consider it, and he felt his hope rise when she spoke. "You wish to go to ze ball with me?"
"Y-Yes!" He said eagerly.
For a moment she stared at him, and Ron felt as if he was standing at the edge of a cliff about to be judged. Only for Fleur Delacour to smash him down, dashing all of his hopes in an instant. She began to laugh, in a way that humiliated him even further, before she spoke again. "I would not go to ze ball with you if you were ze last boy in this school. And even if I did, I am sure that you would spend ze night tripping over your own feet and failing to act like a real man."
Every word felt like a punch to the gut, as the students around them began to laugh at his utter misfortune. "W-Wait! I-I'm-"
"You are a fool." Fleur Delacour threw back her hair in a dismissive gesture, one that made him feel like an insect. She grasped Harry's arm, as his old friend just watched Ron coldly. "Escort me away from this rabble, Harry. I'm looking forwards to being your date to ze ball, and especially to reward you handsomely afterwards."
Chapter 11: Chapter 9Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextHarry made his way through the crowds of students waiting for the Yule Ball to begin. Everyone in attendance seemed to crowd into the antechamber before the ball began, the students from all three schools waiting for the doors to open. Separated from them all, and off to the side of the Great Hall's entrance, stood the Triwizard Champions.
It almost seemed fitting in Harry's mind that a tournament made for three competitors would have three couples attending its ball. Cedric and Cho Chang stood at the front, with Krum, and surprisingly, Hermione of all people, standing beside them. The last member of the group was Fleur, and she smiled upon seeing him.
She wore a silver sequin dress that he struggled to take his eyes off of. The bottom part of it had a slit that ran all the up her thigh, leading down to high heels that made her even taller. The dress ballooned around her big round ass, hugging it in a way that shouldn't be possible, before curving inwards to show off her wide hips and wrap around her thin waist. The dress was mostly open in the back, showing off quite a bit of skin, with the front part focused almost entirely on showing off her large breasts.
The outfit seemed to blend the lines of formality and sexiness, doing everything possible to show off Fleur's erotic form, while remaining formal enough to use in proper social functions. That said, it did strange things to Harry's mind, and gave him a blush that didn't seem to subside. 'It's not like the other boys are any better, as they could hardly take their eyes off her either.'
They were the premier couple, it seemed, based on the looks and whispers sent their way. For once, Harry couldn't blame the other students, seeing as both himself and Fleur were both Champions participating in the tournament. 'That, and the fact that Fleur was drop-dead gorgeous.'
Once he managed to take his eyes off Fleur, and get his mind temporarily out of the gutter, he focused on the other Champions and their own dates. "I didn't know you'd be here too, Hermione."
The girl smiled shyly, seeming almost embarrassed as she hung off Krum's arm. "Oh, it just kind of happened… But I guess you and Fleur are officially together?"
Harry froze at that question, but Fleur answered for him. "Oui, that much should be obvious by now."
She wasn't directing her words so much at Hermione, but more at the other girls around them. He could feel her hand squeeze him tightly, as if refusing to let go. 'I wonder if all Veela are this possessive?'
The doors to the Great Hall suddenly opened then, and students began pouring into the large chamber. Harry managed to catch a glimpse of the inside, and saw it was redecorated with round tables along with pine trees draped in fake snow.
"Mr. Potter and Ms. Delacour, when exactly will your dates be arriving?" McGonagall asked suddenly as she headed their way, dressed formally for the ball.
The other Champions either looked confused or openly began laughing, while Harry saw Fleur glare at the Headmistress. A glance down revealed their interlocked arms, clearly showing they were attending the ball together. Even if McGonagall missed that, everyone had been gossiping nonstop about himself and Fleur for weeks at this point. 'Does she seriously not know we are together?'
"Harry is my date, Professor." Fleur said with some chill.
McGonagall froze, and looked at the both of them with wide eyes. It was like she was looking at him for the first time, and Harry began to feel quite awkward. "It is not proper for Champions to attend the Yule Ball with one another."
"It's kind of late for us to find new dates, Professor." Harry said, even as his date glared at the Headmistress. 'Not that Fleur would let me go with anyone else.'
"I suppose I can let this slide, for now." McGonagall sighed, as if he had greatly inconvenienced her. "Just be sure to make better choices next time, Mr. Potter."
Fleur's hand heated up to the point it nearly burned him at that parting comment, and she nearly hissed the next words. "What is wrong with that woman?"
"Professor McGonagall is extremely competitive." Hermione grimaced. "I guess the sight of Harry with Beauxbatons own champion was a bit too much for her to handle."
Harry leaned in close to his date's ear. "Don't worry about Professor McGonagall. I could care less about what she has to say about us, all I want is for you to be happy tonight."
Fleur's eyes widened before a sinful smirk graced her lips. "If you want to make me happy, then you'll rip this dress off me at ze end of ze night."
For a while, Harry felt like he had been holding back his lust for Fleur behind a great dam. He worked hard not to give in to his baser instincts around her, as he was still a hot-blooded male attracted to her buxom body. But every now and then some of his lust managed to slip through, like what happened on their date in Hogsmeade.
Even if he wasn't affected by her allure, he wasn't immune to the sinful buxom form of Fleur Delacour's body. It was something she seemed to figure out, based on the dress she was wearing, along with the teasing comments she gave him which would wound up his lust.
His brain began to get creative in that moment, remembering back to when he was in her bed onboard the Beauxbatons carriage. He thought of her lips wrapped around his cock in Hogsmeade, and what it would be like to see her naked and moaning his name in pleasure later that very night.
'Save those thoughts for later.' He felt his cock stir aggressively as he stood next to Fleur, her outfit doing nothing but increase his lust. It was irritating, and he knew that he would have to do his best to keep both his heads in check, especially when he would be dancing in front of the entire school in a matter of moments. 'I don't think Fleur would ever forgive me if I stepped on her toes because her tits distracted me.'
"Champions, it is now time for you to enter." McGonagall suddenly announced as the rest of the school had entered the Great Hall. "Mr. Diggory and Ms. Chang will lead, followed by Mr. Krum and Ms. Granger, and lastly Mr. Potter and Ms. Delacour."
They all nodded and got in line behind each other before walking through the large entrance and into the festive Great Hall. Harry was able to get a better look at the place then, seeing the room decorated with snow-covered trees and ice sculptures, with the ceiling depicting a peaceful snowstorm.
All the formally dressed students clapped and cheered at their entrance, spread out over hundreds of ornately decorated round tables. Harry just followed Fleur's lead, not reacting to the room's occupants as he headed straight to the dance floor with his head held high.
But even then he could hear the whispers from the crowd, whether they be excited or derisive towards them. It seemed that him and Fleur weren't the only one getting attention this time around, as Hermione was causing quite a stir with her date.
When they arrived at their position on the dance floor, Fleur turned to face him with an expression he couldn't place. He hesitantly placed his hand on her hip, the act feeling oddly sexual, with her own hand on his shoulder, before they began to dance to the melody.
McGonagall had already informed him about the Champion's opening dance, so he already knew what to do. It was a formal dance intended to be forgotten by the audience as the night moved on, done for the purpose of formally starting the ceremony. It lasted little more than a minute, but to Harry that minute could have been a lifetime with Fleur in his arms.
For something that should have been a formality, the entire affair felt strangely intimate. Fleur didn't do any of her seductive teasing nor attempt anything otherwise. Instead, they both seemed to stare into each other's eyes with blank expressions, as if their very souls were preoccupied with one another.
It was a particularly high note in the music that prompted her to step out of his grasp. Still holding his hand, she spun, the gracefulness taking his breath away. She twirled outwards, wrapping his hand over her head, before reeling back towards him and landing flat against his chest.
It left them pressed against one another, and he could smell the sweet scent of her hair as her head rested against his shoulder. But it was her ass pushed against his crotch that got his attention, as his partly flaccid cock began to swell in size at the sensation.
Fleur seemed to feel it, letting out a soft moan that made him that much harder. "Not until after, mon amour."
The crowd applauded them as the music came to an end then, and they made their way over to the Champion's table. It was just as well that their dance ended, as Harry was unable to stop his cock from hardening. By the time they sat down he was pitching a tent, and a glance down from the table would reveal the clothed outline of his erect shaft.
"Wondrous dancing from all of you!" Ludo Bagman congratulated them all as they sat down, with Dumbledore sitting at his side. "Don't you agree, Headmaster?"
"Indeed." Dumbledore's smiled wide. "Although I believe that I must congratulate you, Harry, as well as Ms. Delacour, for your inter-school cooperation."
"Us?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Of course, my boy." The Headmaster's eyes twinkled merrily. "It is rare to see those considered adversaries in such a tournament come together so closely. Beauxbatons and Hogwarts, two different schools, separated by sea, land, and mountains, yet still their respective Champions are able to find common ground with one another… The same could be said for you as well, Ms. Granger."
"Me?" Hermoine squeaked.
"To see one of Hogwarts brightest students dancing with Drumstrang's own Champion warms my heart." Dumbledore smiled widely, before he stood up. "Anyways, I must speak with some of our guests from the Ministry. Good luck to all of you, and enjoy your evenings."
Fleur leaned in to his side him. "Is he crazy?"
Harry's mind felt like it was rebooting. "I'm not entirely sure."
Bagman began talking then, boasting about his own quidditch career to Krum and Diggory. But Harry hardly listened, instead breathing in slowly as he tried to calm his lust down. His cock had been practically ready to burst since the ball started, and his dance with Fleur had only made things worse.
He desperately tried to get his lust under control, yet every few seconds he would glance at Fleur's expansive cleavage and become hard once again, his mind going to her sweet words and erotic promises.
They sat at a round table in the corner of the hall, allowing important guests to visit their table as they pleased. It provided a fair bit of privacy for them, which Harry was grateful for, yet it left him making a fool of himself with each visitor who tried to talk to him.
It was when the eight or ninth Ministry official visited their table and left that Fleur leaned over to him. "Take it out."
"W-What?" He stuttered, thinking he had misheard her.
"Take out your cock, I will take care of it."
It was like he was living a boy's wet dream in the Great Hall then, staring at Fleur with incomprehension. 'Is she really going to suck my cock right here?'
But at that point it was either do what Fleur wanted, or lose his mind to lust. His cock was swelled with so much blood that it felt close to snapping.
He slowly and carefully pulled his trousers down, being careful not to reveal what he was doing to anyone nearby. His eyes darted around cautiously, making sure no one would spot them.
When his cock was revealed it was red, the veins thumping angrily with blood with its head inflamed. It was the hardest his shaft had ever been, and one look at it confirmed that fact.
Fleur seemed to stare at it for a while, almost seeming enraptured at the sight. "Is that… because of moi?"
He nodded shakily, finally able to breathe without his cock trapped in the tight fabric of his trousers. Yet now it was exposed to the open air, and Harry began to worry about someone seeing his exposed manhood.
Fleur moved then, her hand slowly moving down and wrapping around it, causing his cock to twitch violently. She began to move her hand up and down his length, her dainty fingers wrapped around his humongous shaft.
He let out calm breaths as his release got closer and closer, looking around once again to make sure no one saw them. The students were still dancing, with some of the Professors even joining in, making the room that much more busy. Harry was about to relax completely when he happened to look to the side, and witnessed the worst possible outcome for the situation he was in.
Hermione stared at him with wide eyes from his side, her gaze glued to his cock. He could feel Fleur stroking him, his own release getting closer, all while Hermione watched. Eventually, his best friend seemed to notice them, and Hermione looked at him and Fleur with a panicked expression. Fleur just winked back at her, and the brunette turned away hastily.
'This is so hot.' He couldn't help but think, gaze darting from Fleur to Hermione. 'Hopefully she doesn't tell anyone.'
A clinking noisse could be heard as Fleur picked up an empty wine glass from their table, holding it sophistically between her fingers and placing it at the head of his cock. 'She wants me to cum in that? …Does she want to drink it too?'
"Fill it up, mon amour." She whispered seductively in his ear. "Give me your seed."
He grit his teeth so hard that his jaw hurt to keep from making a sound, the head of his penis twitched violently against the glass before he let loose. Fleur's sweet words, along with the excitement that came with Hermione's peeving, seemed to send him over the edge.
His shaft jumped and shuddered beneath him as he filled up the wine glass, all while Fleur's hand coaxed him along. Load after load left him, lessening the burden on his heavy balls and making him feel that much lighter.
When it was over, Fleur sat the cum-filled glass on the table, before graciously tucking his shaft away and zipping up his trousers. Harry happened to look back over at Hermione then, and saw the brunette staring outright at the wine glass as if scandalized by its contents.
Fleur just smirked and picked it up, before taking a sip. That just made Hermione look close to fainting.
Boys drooled and girls glared as the crowds parted for her, none of it bothering her in the slightest. Fleur Delacour made her way over to the refreshment table casually, not minding any of them as she picked up a glass and filled it with punch.
As exciting as it was, the arrogant Veela was beginning to get bored of the ball. She and Harry had already danced, along with some sexual maneuvering in between, and then gone on to talk to all the important guests. It left little else to do at that point, and Fleur was just about ready to find Harry and leave.
Coincidentally, the irritating Weasley girl she detested so much was also attending the snack table. The fact that she was the sister of the boy who betrayed Harry just made Fleur dislike her even more. The redhead girl seemed to notice her before Fleur was aware of her presence. "Hey you!"
She wore a red dress, cheap and ill-fitting. It was nothing compared to the custom-made piece of finery Fleur wore, produced for her by the best designers in Paris. Along with that came the disparities between their bodies, something their outfits couldn't help emphasize.
"Ah, bonjour again, leetle girl." Fleur smirked, like a predator about to enjoy a particularly nice snack.
"Y-You…" The redhead finally made her way over to her, and for a moment she seemed almost caught off guard by her appearance. Veela in a dress seemed to have that affect on people, no matter if they were male or female. "You don't deserve to be with Harry!"
"Oh? And you do?" Fleur's back arched as she pushed out her chest, emphasizing the disparity in size between their breasts, making the Weasley girl that much angrier. She gave her drink an unimpressed stir, as if pondering the girl's foolish claim. "What could a leetle girl like you possibly give Harry that I could not?"
The redhead growled. "For one, I'm not a whore."
"A cheap insult from an impoverished pute." She sniffed, the insult washing over her carelessly like water upon rock. "Harry would not like to hear you calling me such things."
"Go ahead and tell him." The Weasley girl bared her teeth. "He'll probably agree with me when figures out who you really are."
"I want you to know something, leetle girl." She was becoming quite irritated with the youngest Weasley at that point, and wanted to hit her where it hurt. As such, Fleur almost relished her next words. "By ze time this night is over… Harry will be mine."
"What are you talking about?"
"After I am done speaking with you, I will have Harry accompany me back to my carriage, and from there our real fun will begin." She leaned in close with a superior smirk. "He will undress me in my room you see, and then I will let him do what he wants. I'll be sure to swallow his cock, and at ze end of ze night he will spear his big cock deep in my waiting pussy."
The Weasley girl let out a gasp at her vulgarity, and Fleur just smirked cruelly. "Once ze boy tastes my Veela pussy, no other girl will be able to compare to moi."
She turned her back to the redhead, something she only did because there were hundreds of people around them. Fleur found optimal path back to her table then, and headed straight for Harry. 'It's time for us to leave this place.'
He was finishing up talking with the Astronomy Professor when Fleur arrived at their table, and she calmly sat next to him. "It is time, mon amour."
Harry looked somewhat startled, before he grimaced, giving her an answer she didn't expect. "I don't know if I can."
He glanced down then, and Fleur frowned and followed his line of sight. His cock was still hard, forming a tubular bulge on his trousers. 'H-He's still hard?! W-We can't walk through the Great Hall with him like this!'
As much as she enjoyed it, Fleur didn't want to give him a handjob once again while sitting at their table. As exciting as it was the first time, she didn't want to risk anyone seeing them. Luckily, there was another exit near their table, leading out of the Great Hall and onto the castle grounds. Fleur grabbed his hand and hastily pulled him along, leading him that direction.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Ze gardens." She led him out of the room's side entrance, and immediately darted into the cover of the nearby bushes once out.
As little as Fleur cared for school gossip, she didn't want to give any reason to start new waves of rumors. Because of that, she led Harry deep into the gardens and out of the way of any possible passerby's.
Once they were deep enough in the rows of hedges and plants she turned to him, and immediately her lips were on his own.
If one were to expect their evening to be formal and dignified from that point onwards, then they would be wrong. They mashed their lips against one another in that garden brazenly, all their restraint gone. The had spent the evening playing with one another, teasing each other about the night ahead and fueling each other's lust.
Within moments, Fleur had given up on kissing and was on her knees before forcefully tugging down Harry's trousers. She stared upwards, cross eyed, as his humongous shaft sprang forth.
"I'm going to make you cum, mon amour." She began to jerk it with both hands, forgetting finesse as she rushed to get his seed. "And then you're going to take me back to my carriage and stretch me with zis big cock."
Her lips wrapped around his cockhead then, quickly downing more and more of his length as his shaft entered her mouth. She didn't pull back nor stop as she descended his shaft, instead continuing forward without hesitation. It was almost scandalous that she tried to swallow his cock so hastily, but Fleur was in that much of a hurry to get his big cock crammed down her throat.
But her actions weren't enough for Harry, and he seemed to finally snap and give in to his baser instincts. His hands descended to grip the sides of her head, and Fleur did a mental smirk as he pulled her the rest of the way down his shaft.
'So you're finally giving in, mon amour.' She thought with deep satisfaction, as her pussy became drench with her own arousal.
He pulled her all the way down, to the point that her nose was scrunched against his crotch. When that happened, he pushed her head backwards, pulling her back till just the tip of his cock was in her mouth before ramming it down her throat.
GLURK GLUCK SHLURP
Spittle and saliva covered Harry's girthy cock in increasing amounts with each movement, some of it falling down and landing on her expansive cleavage. Fleur could feel her own fluids running down her thighs, and the sensation just made her suck that much harder.
Her hand moved up then, reaching forwards and giving his right testicle a gentle squeeze. That seemed to be the right move, as Harry gave a particularly harsh thrust with his shaft before he growled deeply in pleasure. He slammed her face down his shaft, ramming her nose into his crotch before holding on by the back of her head.
His cockhead thickened where it was embedded in her throat, and his entire shaft pulsed as he came. Fleur felt her eyes roll back in her skull as he blew the first load down her gullet, feeling her own pussy convulse and orgasm from it.
'Give it to me.' She thought with delight. 'Tonight I want you to give me every last drop.'
The noise of a woman unzipping her dress could be heard onboard the Beauxbatons carriage, as Harry rested on the bed in Fleur's room. It was the night that seemed to never end in Harry's mind, every action between himself and his date becoming more depraved and hot as the night went on.
He had cum twice already, once from her hand and another from her mouth. And yet the two of them had yet to even arrive at Fleur's room till now, meaning that the main event was soon to begin.
His Veela date let her silver dress fall to the floor, and Harry's breath caught at the sight that greeted him when she turned around. She was completely naked, giving him an unrestricted view of her large, teardrop breasts.
Just the slightest breath made them shake and wobble, large to the point he wondered if her back hurt from holding them up. They were so much bigger than he imagined, and not to mention soft and shapely.
The rest of her body was exposed too, from her toned stomach that branched out to wide hips, and then to thick, plump thighs held up by long legs. He could see her pussy as well, hairless and perfect between her legs, and dripping with her own fluids.
She made her way over and kneeled over his own naked form, her pussy wet and raining feminine juices down and onto his erect shaft.
"Is that… from me?" He couldn't help but watch as a wet string of arousal fell from her gushing cunt and landed on his cockhead.
"Oui." Fleur sounded breathless, her eyes blown wide with lust.
She moved down without invitation, allowing the head of his erect cock to enter her core. Immediately, Harry felt like the head of his shaft was being squeezed from all directions, all while entering a furnace of warmth.
"Ah!" Fleur's eyes went wide. "S-So big!"
"I-It's just the tip." He grit out, amazed by how much his cock was stretching her. "Damn you're warm…"
"Merde…" She looked down at where his pole pointed upwards, leading directly into her core. Fleur moved then, and another few inches were consumed by her furnace of a cunt.
For Harry, the view in front of him took his breath away. It didn't seem right that any mortal would get to experience such a sight, watching as the gorgeous Fleur Delacour panted and moaned in pleasure as she took more and more of his massive cock.
But just above that, where her body joined with his own, his gaze settled on the perfect pair of large, perky breasts. Slowly, his hands moved from their place at his sides, coming up carefully before landing on her tits.
"Gah!" Fleur moaned loudly at his touch, and her body began to shake. He felt her core squeeze his shaft then, as juices ran down the sides of his partly-exposed cock.
His hands then moved down to land on her curvy hips, reminding him that just hours ago he'd held her in the same way as they danced. But now they were performing a different dance, one Harry found much more preferable.
Fleur moaned as he grasped her body and pulled it downwards, sheathing his cock fully into her core.
"Oui!" Fleur gasped. "Take me, use me! Anything you want, mon amour!"
He groaned in pleasure. "So good…"
"Tell me! Tell me I'm ze best!" She pleaded. "No other pussy can match mine!"
"Still so arrogant." Harry wheezed. "You're not holding on any better than me."
Fleur whispered something in French under her breath, before she moved her arms to wrap around his neck. She was suddenly right in his face, and he could feel her warm breath against his lips.
She began to bounce on his shaft, his hands still holding her hips while her breasts jiggled. Harry felt his world began to blur with pleasure, his shaft being enveloped over and over again by her warm pussy.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
Her ass methodically landed against his thighs, creating a rhythmic slapping sound with each bounce. He felt his cock twitch from its place inside her, being stimulated by her movements.
"You couldn't resist me, could you, Harry?" Fleur asked sweetly, but he could hear the strain in her voice. "Ze Veela will always get what they want."
'I need to do something!' He thought, feeling his fingers tighten from their place on Fleur's hips.
It was when she was at a particularly high bounce, leaving only the head of his cock embedded in her pussy, that he struck. With all his might, Harry slammed her downwards and onto his cock.
"Oh!" Her head tiled upwards in pleasure, and he felt her core squeeze around his cock once again.
But Harry didn't stop, instead continuing to slam her up and down his dong. He felt his release getting ever closer with each bounce of Fleur's body, to the point his penis was twitching madly inside of her.
"I-I'm going to cum." He breathed out shakily.
"Oui." Fleur moaned out, suddenly lifting herself off his cock before turning around.
It gave Harry a view of her body he'd wanted to see for so long, being her large, round, heart-shaped ass. As much as he enjoyed her large breasts, he secretly desired to see her fat ass even more.
"I know you want it, mon amour." Fleur knelt down on his thighs, allowing his shaft to be squeezed between her cheeks. "So mark it as yours."
His cock wasn't embedded inside her cunt this time, instead pointing upwards while massaged between Fleur's asscheeks. Suddenly, her ass shook, and her cheeks began twerking against the sides his shaft. All the while his Veela lover looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk.
'T-This must be some Veela superpower.' Harry thought deliriously, feeling as if his mind had finally been deluded by lust. It was enough to send him over the edge, and his shaft gave a great lurch before spewing his load directly onto Fleur's fat ass. His seed covered each of her cheeks thoroughly, and even part of her back.
When it was over, Harry fell down to the bed with a tired but satisfied sigh, and his Veela girlfriend joined him moments later before they both drifted off to sleep.